forum The Black Emissary (Closed!)

Started July 05, 2019 by @Shuri-the-Floof-Doggo

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Hnnnnnnnnngh sry guys I was busy I'll start in a bit!

He stood, atop the tall, Gothic spyre of an expansive, almost windowless cathedral. Staring down at the Dowry Sanctuary, he took some time to reflect, on his millions of years of life up until this point. The beginning of mortal life. The reigns of the pagan gods, Egyptian, Greek, Roman, Norse, Indian, Chinese. The first and second ice ages, the Tower of Babel, founding of America, and finally, now.
His latest mission. To round up the spawn of demons and humans, cambion.
The lighta went out on the orphanage.
Now was his time.

Scipio lay awake in his room, staring blankly at the ceiling. He couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. He likely wouldn't sleep tonight, no matter whether or not anything even happened. Every once in a while he carelessly fused and unfused with the shadows simply to keep himself occupied, watching a spider crawl along the wall.

Cassiel slid her window open as quietly as possible. This was going to be her first escape from this wretched place. The people here were just as bad as the people everywhere else. She looked out the window, which was on the second story, and contemplated how to get out without breaking anything.

Seventeen. One more year and she'd be an adult. Unprepared and thrust into the real world. Cleo sighed, running a hand through strands of blonde hair. Most people rejected her before even seeing her, judging her gender and ever increasing age. A wry smile played on her lips - all that judgement, and they didn't even know she was half-demon. Tossing a blanket over her body, Cleo twisted in the cot she'd been in for three years, before finally being lulled into sleep.

Out of nowhere, an insect flew past the small girl, with the long, black hair, with the piercing blue eyes.

Without thinking, Cassiel snatched the insect out of the air and smashed it into a mess of insect guts, wiping her hand on the windowsill. I guess I could do the classic "tie-your-bedsheets-together-thing."

"Cassiel huh, did you know yours is the name of angels?" Replied a man, quite tall, with a scar from jaw to cheek, his blue eyes gleaming like pinpricks of fire, ever certain.
He was dressed head to toe in black, digital-camo army fatigues, with black gloves and boots. Weirdly enough he wore a rainbow belt, and a silver watch, with white inside. "Quite ironic."

"What the fuck?" Cassiel whispered, nearly snapping her fingers out of pure shock. "Who the hell are you? How did you get in my room? And why the everloving fuck do you care about my name?"

Fran wandered quietly through the halls of the orphanage, hoping not to get caught. He had tried to sleep but the attempt was unsuccessful and he didn't feel like laying in his cot any longer. He planned to walk around for a few minutes and hope the light movement would help him fall asleep.

"I'm an angel of Heaven, and while you were focused on that insect, and your little plan, I slipped in from under your door." He explained, raising a gloved hand to show her that a digit of his finger was missing, seemingly cut off. "That little bug was a part of me." He explained.

Cassiel stared, unblinking, at the man, remembering the reason she tried not to speak. After a long pause, she shrugged and started tying her bedsheets together, ignoring the man entirely.

Scipio could hear talking from the other room and got up with a sigh, heading over. He opened the door without knocking of course and went in. "Excuse me, but what the fuck is going on here?"

"You're a strange one." He replied. "I'll be back."
Silence.
He was gone.

"The president dropped by for a visit," Cassiel replied sarcastically, finishing her knot. "None of your fucking business, get out of my room."

Scipio rolled his eyes and fused back with the shadows, not caring enough to push the subject any further. He slipped back into his room and lay down.

"Cleo, Cleo, wake up." He called, standing over the bed clenching and unclenching his fist as his finger started to grow back, a drop of crimson blood hitting the floor.

Cassiel looked around her room for something to tie her "rope" to. Sighing, she dragged her bed over near the window and tied the sheets to one of the legs, pulling hard before tossing the rope out the window. Then, she quickly began gathering all her things into a small backpack.